Arrival. Before the game remembers its rules by Hundsrose on DeviantArt
The engine falls silent, but the presence lingers.The door opens — not hurried, not announced.It simply happens.Susanna von Sommerberg steps out as if the place had been waiting for her all along.Ivory lines, precise and deliberate. No crease out of order. No glance wasted.A man speaks. Another adjusts his stance.Someone lifts a glass, then forgets why.The chauffeur holds the door.The caddy lowers his gaze.The dogs remain still.Smoke rises.Time hesitates.She does not look at them.She doesn’t need to.
